GHETTO CHILD
He's a jungle boy
Smoking his pain pills
Steadily rolling his blunt
Jumbo size is his favorite
Doing whatever makes him happy his priority.
Always smoking
When he's not, maybe he's
Asleep, bathing, eating and more
He said smoking is his hobby
Because it keeps him reasoning not thinking.
Lost his parents at a very tender age
There was no guidance
Started living reckless and dangerous
Never jealous of anyone
Always zealous in all his endeavors
Many sees him as a savior
Because he always savor every moment.
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